deCordova

If a stroll along the edge of a grassy lawn leads you to a child-sized bird wearing loafers, you are probably at the deCordova. You are probably also amused and delighted. I know we were. It's kind of a magical place. A place where amusement and delight grow on trees.  Or maybe in the bellies of pink flamingoes.

 

 

Modern art and nature are not in contrast here. They sit comfortably together, like an old married couple. They belong together. In some instances, they depend on each other. 

 

 Flamingoes slowly crumble into the earth, where the seeds they contained begin to take root.

 

 

This element of composition and decomposition is also seen in these towering cliffs of newspaper. Trees become newspapers, become waste, become landscape. Poison ivy trails down one side, taking root and reclaiming. In some places you can still read the headlines. Old news. 

 

 

You leave this quiet valley and walk up a hill filled with shrieks of laughter and awe and thousands of little bubbles. You have found the bubble man. His creations are no less art than the more permanent installations. And you can chase them and pop them.

 

 

Leaving the frenetic bubble mob behind you could find yourself on a quiet trail where you can check out some sculpture, from a distance, or right up close.

 

 

 

 

The whimsy is worth the drive.

And on the first Wednesday of every month, admission is free.

We can't wait to go back!